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    dots Submission Name: I Didn't Know (she was a cutter)dots
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    Author: TwistedMinded
    ASL Info:    23/m/San Diego
    Elite Ratio:    1.74 - 82/109/32
    Words: 194
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
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    dotsI Didn't Know (she was a cutter)dots
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    She was angry with me because I wouldn't listen
    She got up and went to get a knife from the kitchen
    She said, "listen" with the blade pointing to my chest
    "Im tired of this shit"
    She ran to the bathroom and locks the door
    5-6 hours pass by and all i heard was roars
    Yelling screaming my name
    But I wouldnít do a dam thing about it
    May be I could off save her from all the pain she went thru
    Maybe she would still be here next to me telling me I love you

    I knock the door open she was laying on the floor
    The knife was deeply stuck in her heart
    50 slashes in her arm spelling my name
    She was in love with a man who didnít love her the same
    Blood all over the fresh paint wall which I did my self
    "HELP ME GOD" written with blood on the mirror
    And I swear I saw a saint in the back shed a tear
    She was a cutter, which I didnít know
    Dam I should off listen and this wouldnít happen





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      Some people never know untill its to late...
    | Posted on 2007-06-23 00:00:00 | by Cricket | [ Reply to This ]
      wow. this was very brutal. but in an artistic way. this definately touched my heart. amazing write.

    <3 black rose
    | Posted on 2007-06-15 00:00:00 | by black rose13 | [ Reply to This ]
      Wow alot of emotion. Alittle too much. I mean it seems like you didn't know what to do with all the emotion. It seems a little forced. But overall, I enjoyed it. It seems like it has either happened to you or a friend. Keep writing.


    XoXo,

    }i{Renae}i{
    | Posted on 2007-05-24 00:00:00 | by Poetic_tragedy6 | [ Reply to This ]
      It is very good. I like the flow it was alittle off beat which is good because that means that you beat to your own drum. And your writing I can tell is true. This happened eaither to you or someone you knew. Keep on writing about your past it willl do you well. Keep on writing and don't ever stop. Remember there is always one person who adores your work and reads it all don't stop writing or they will fall. To the floor with nothing to do. The close there eys as want more from you.

    Just alittle thing to keep your spirt up.

    Good work-

    kelsey
    | Posted on 2007-03-04 00:00:00 | by bleeding_sin | [ Reply to This ]
      heartfelt...
    | Posted on 2007-03-03 00:00:00 | by clay | [ Reply to This ]
      NOT THAT DEEP!!!
    lol...
    | Posted on 2007-02-13 00:00:00 | by XmaryjaneX | [ Reply to This ]
      its good.
    frightening, but good.
    i don't like the ending though.
    "Damn i should of listened and this wouldn't have happened."
    no
    change!
    you can do better with a piece that describes something so horrific.
    yes you can.
    reach deep inside yourself.
    now....:P
    anyway, nice write.
    | Posted on 2007-02-13 00:00:00 | by XmaryjaneX | [ Reply to This ]
      this is really good. i used to be a cutter too. i havent done that in about a year now but it always seemed like no one would listen and no one cared. your poem really shows how it is
    | Posted on 2007-02-12 00:00:00 | by crazyinsane | [ Reply to This ]
      You could have perhaps have been a little more subtle
    as it seems a little too dramatic, but there is genuine emotion here
    | Posted on 2007-02-12 00:00:00 | by Raphael | [ Reply to This ]
       Really good,I use to be a cutter,and this really see's the whole point.No one listen's to the ones who truly needed it...or need it.I've never went as far as carving someone's name in my arm,but I have thought about it...If people would only listen less people would commit suicide,and less would die ~ferny
    | Posted on 2007-02-12 00:00:00 | by ferny | [ Reply to This ]
      it's a really good write, i use to be a cutter and no one would listen, or everyone would trip and say that all i was doin was tryin to get attention, but i never went as far as carving someone's name in my arm. but it's true, people need to listen, cause they might just commit suicide...
    lizzie
    | Posted on 2007-02-12 00:00:00 | by babygirl09 | [ Reply to This ]


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